Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

"So how did our president respond?"

he took out Stark Industries' equipment and repainted it, then renamed it Steel Patriot — and its color scheme was obvious.

"But I heard that a batch of equipment from the Hex Group has been deployed in the military, after all, this is the equipment that has fought aliens, maybe it can also help us solve this terrorist?"

In the fast-food restaurant, Carl is sitting at a table with Colonel James Rhodes, one of the protagonists on the TV, and Tony, who is eating melon seeds.

Tony couldn't help but say, "Steel Patriot, are you serious?"

Rhode showed a helpless expression that he knew before: "Market research works well, understand?

"I'm a Steel Patriot!" Tony pressed his throat, his expression exaggerated.

Rhode didn't seem to think so in his heart, and he didn't continue to refute it.

Carl smiled, "So, what's going on?"

Rhode said so, but leaned in the direction of the two, "Listen, there have been nine explosions, and the public only knows about three."

And the problem is here, no one can find the initiating device, there is no trace of the scene.

"You know I can help, beg me." Tony immediately said, "I have a bunch of high-tech, and a navigation suit, and I have... Bomb defusals can control the explosion in the air.

Such an urgent look was exactly what Rhode was worried about.

He had seen soldiers who had just fought some battles, some crying, others acting desperately—desperate to go to the next war.

The two are different in performance, but they are both external manifestations of subtle changes in the psyche.

Rode said seriously: "Everyone is worried about you, and I am worried about you.

"Are you going to preach to me, just because I blew up a wormhole, and this one next to me is the same, why don't you talk about him

?" "No, I don't mean that, so I won't tell you any cock..."

"Hey, Mr. Stark, can you sign me on the painting?" A

pair of siblings, who looked no more than ten years old, approached, and Rhode saw the child hurriedly swallow his dirty words back.

"As long as Richard doesn't suggest it—you don't mind, Dick?"

Dick

was also the nickname of the name Richard, and seeing Rod's helpless eyes, Carl also smiled.

Rhodes went on to explain: "Listen, the Pentagon has fallen into a panic, and after the New York incident, aliens are nothing left, they need to whitewash their strength.

Stopping Mandarin is important, but that's not..."

"Not a superhero thing.

"Frankly, that's a big deal for the whole of America." "

Snap.

With a soft sound, Tony broke the crayon used to sign, his expression became unnatural, and his breathing quickened a little.

The picture he signed was drawn by a child, and it depicted a man in steel armor rushing towards Impulse, accompanied by the text: "Save me, Erin." "

It seems to bring back memories of Tony – endless enemies, huge warships, and their unseen owners....

They will destroy the planet.

Tony only felt his heart beat faster, the sight in front of him seemed to tremble, and he had to cover his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Rhode was a little confused, patting Tony's back while looking at Carl.

Carl just shook his head.

This is a psychological problem, and when anxiety strikes, only those things that give a sense of security can be relieved.

The child did not notice Tony's abnormality, curiously approached Tony, and whispered: "How did you escape from the wormhole?" In

this instant, those pictures became extremely clear, the dark universe, the suffocating boundless space all struck

! Tony only felt that his heart was almost jumping out of his chest!

The other two followed, only to see Tony walking all the way to the side of the road, where his Mark armor quietly waited for him.

Bang.

Tony got into his suit, and the aftermath felt that he lost his ability to stand for a moment, and he was half kneeling on the ground.

"Check this, check that...

Jarvis replied, "No problems detected."

"

My diagnosis is that you just had a severe anxiety attack."

"Me?"

Rhode on the side looked confused, and Carl finally said: "It looks like an anxiety attack."

"Anxiety?" Rhode was worried for a second, then crouched down and knocked on Tony's helmet with a smile

, "You have an anxiety?" Carl looked around, and then said before Tony flew away: "Actually, you don't have to be so anxious - we can intervene in Mandarin matters, and there is already an entry point, but we need to talk about it in another place."

As he spoke, a large floating commercial vehicle landed from the air.

Tony got up, his mask popped off, and he exchanged a look with Carl.

Carl nodded and spread his hands.

Then the two walked into the floating car.

Rhode looked confused until Carl beckoned to him in the car, "Come in?

Tony took off his armor and called out Colonel Rhode's temporary title again.

......

"So, what do you want to say?" Rhode looked around inside the floating car and sighed, "How does this compare to the presidential car?"

"So... What are you going to show me, Damage Control Bureau?" Tony soothed his emotions as another question came to mind.

Why does Carl look so normal, why is he not anxious,

speaking of the wormhole he passed through seems to be not the same as himself?

Carl waved his hand and turned on the projection device in the center.

"It does have something to do with the Damage Control Bureau – Colonel Rhodes, which was an accident at a New York hospital a week ago.

Rhodes reviewed the information: "Fire, accidental gas leakage leading to explosion...

"Of course there is--let me say first, I didn't hack into your database, but this is the explosion scene data I brought up, would you like to try to compare it?"

A series of explosion data analysis was listed, but Rhode still didn't understand what Carl meant.

But Tony touched his chin and understood: "You mean, compare the changes in thermal radiation from the explosion site via satellite - you suspect it's the same thing?"

Rhodes retorted, "The explosion that occurred on a military base was very large, and if an explosion like this were to occur in downtown New York, it could not have just caused a fire."

The hospital will be razed to the ground.

"Don't rush to conclusions--" Tony backhanded through the armor and gave Jarvis access to the defense database, "If you don't want to work overtime after today to conduct a security review of the information system - tell me about your account." "

Tony..."

"3."

Rhode looked helpless and sighed deeply: "It's always been that account, Gears of War 68."

"Password. "

Gears of War is awesome, plus a capital X."

Almost at the same time as he finished speaking, Tony burst into extremely happy laughter, and Rod laughed helplessly.

Rhodes, who had just made an official statement for the "Steel Patriots", turned out to be this account password!

"That's a lot better than the Steel Patriots -- okay, we're going in, it's amazing, the data in the satellite is a lot more complete than I thought, and you've updated the equipment?"

Rhode looked at Carl, who explained, "I do, I have a big list with the current president, and satellite upgrades are part of it."

"So you're developed now — that's my specialty, and the comparison is out." Rod

and Tony looked at the simulation results with wide eyes, and the two curves with large differences in values showed striking consistency in the law of change.

"Sir, the fit is over 90 percent, far more than any other known bomb, and the likelihood of several explosions being associated is extremely high.

Jarvis concluded.

"It's the same explosive. Tony muttered.

Rhode raised his hand and signaled to stop: "Wait a minute, but what does this have to do with the Damage Control Bureau?" Carl

snapped his fingers: "I repaired the footage from that day in the hospital, and now it's time to reveal the mystery - why can't you find the detonation device." "

Because the answer is simple – bombs, people.

In the holographic projection, an emotional man suddenly explodes, solving the Pentagon's unsolved mystery.

"And the part related to the Damage Control Directorate is on his arm - this device, called the centipede, I guess the material he used is Zitari alien material, AZ-45."

"Wait a minute--" Tony instantly sobered, "that seems to be my responsibility, used to strengthen the structure of the floating engine and reduce weight, and that thing..." Tony

didn't finish, and Carl nodded.

Rhode looked confused: "I feel like I'm attending some kind of dumb conference, you two are out of the question - can someone explain?" "

AZ-45 is a composite material that Mr. Stark is responsible for reverse direction, and on this basis Mr. Stark invented a more efficient floating engine, and this thing is installed on a space carrier - S.H.I.E.L.D. order."

So you mean..."

Carl spread his hands: "Yes, just like you think, Colonel, there is a 99% chance that S.H.I.E.L.D. is problematic, and it is also likely to be related to Mandarin."

Rhode froze, and at the same time a to-do list flashed through his mind.

"Oh... Damn, I remember the Pentagon was considering a proposal from S.H.I.E.L.D. to build a space carrier port in Washington —

it all makes sense!"